Over five years.
That’s how long it has been since I actually felt the sustainable urge to write. How long I’ve felt no connection to my characters, who had, for the longest time, been like the proverbial angel and devil on my shoulders.
Today I’ve got on Queen, I’ve got a word processor open, and I am feeling the old and familiar need to write what used to come as second nature to me. I really don’t know what happened to flip that switch. Yes, that’s what it feels like. Not like a damn that has broken, but like someone flipped a light switch on. It’s like they’ve always been there just waiting for me to come back and write them again.
Right now I’m happier than I have been in a long time. I am back on the road to feeling whole again.
I normally would write more here, but I really really want to get back into writing my characters, ye olde bastards, again.